What I think is a contradiction

A word, a look -- she nourishes without even trying. She doesn't bake cakes, she uses no candles, she weaves not comforters out of words; but with a single smile she ignites the most powerful desire in the deepest of souls -- go figure, find a way how to extinguish it! --But you said, she nourishes! --Yes, and what is nourishment if not eternal striving? --Oh, who elected you a philosopher?! Shame on you. --And yet you know it, her look, her touch, her laughter, and you're doomed to the life of poetry. --Her? Do you mean, his? --Dude, this is pure theory talking. Let's not got personal. --Well then, I have no idea what the hell we're talking about. --Neither do I. --So why are we still talking? --Are we? We, who? --Please, at least don't go all metafictional on me now. --Forget about it. Let's go eat some cake. --Let's go drink some beer. --Wine. --Vodka. --Wine. --Fine.